Blood seeps
dripping
splattering
gelling in the
Silence reverberating the
question to the Great One
whose only answer
is anguish
Descendents born in chaos
raised in emotions
ending in darkness
while, in between, the Clueless
bind with
hollow but sincere words
pouring acid on
the open wound, hardly
looking for a Cause
pointing fingers,
with Four Back, declaring: